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letra de stood taller - paradigmoao

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[intro]
every time my back turn on me, i got taller
every time they switched up on me, i stood taller
i’m never gon’ change on my twizzies ’bout a dollar
how the h-ll we got rich and you got lame? tell me that— (bhristo, talk to ’em slime)

[chorus]
everybody turned they back on me, but i stood taller
“how your money got so big, yeat?” ’cause yours got smaller (let’s go)
i was pushing wide-body cutlis, you impala
and i keep a couple baby bottles like a toddler (yeah)
i’ma drip myself the f-ck out, i don’t need no stylist (stylist)
b-tches on that white, on milеy cyrus (yeah, yeah)
yeah, i told ‘еm, “i was never home” (huh)
yeah, i’m too hard-headed, can’t admit when something’s gone wrong (ha, yeah, huh, phew)
[verse]
please leave me alone
i just copped the plane from east l.a. (brr) to out in soho (phew)
wake up and i’m nodding off the perc’, i’m living slow, oh
i done stayed down for so many years, i finally signed it, huh (let’s go)
money touched the ceiling while all your sh-t declining (declining, let’s go)
once that edd start coming in, it’s ’bout to change the climate (woah)
we gon’ see who did it, see who doesn’t, see who ’bout it (’bout it, woah)
yeah, they can see how many pounds i moved to buy exotics (let’s go)
i stopped geeking every week, i geek everyday (i stopped geeking every week, i geek everyday)
i stopped dreaming in my sleep, i live it everyday (yeah)
they ain’t wanna see us win, they wanna hate (let’s go)

[verse 2]
with that b-tch, eat out, with my benzes, she eat my lunch meat (ooh, ooh, phew)
i’ma hit this sh-t straight out the park while y’all been bunting
and i’m off the x pill, the munchies
ah, i been off the gas, i’m not fronting (woah)
trust me, they love the way you spit, well, you’ll get money (yeah, yeah)
trust me, i was higher than the heat on, i’m off these opiates
trust me, don’t get this sh-t confused, they come by bunchies (yeah)
they confused, my music loud like they their bungee (ayy, what, what, let’s go)

[chorus]
everybody turned they back on me, but i stood taller
“how your money got so big, yeat?” ’cause yours got smaller (let’s go)
i was pushing wide-body cutlis, you impala
and i keep a couple baby bottles like a toddler (yeah)
i’ma drip myself the f-ck out, i don’t need no stylist (stylist)
b-tches on that white, on miley cyrus (yeah, yeah)
yeah, i told ’em, “i was never home” (huh)
yeah, i’m too hard-headed, can’t admit when something’s gone wrong (ha, yeah, huh, phew)
[outro]
please leave me alone, huh

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